After 100 Twisted Games Goodbye Ex-Husband Chapter 13
Belated Regret
Crash.
Julian felt something in his brain snap.
He didn’t remember how he got to the beach.
Only that there was a crowd.
Guards pushing people back.
A white sheet covering a body.
Seagulls circling above.
Waiting to scavenge.
His knees buckled.
He collapsed.
For a long time, he couldn’t find his voice.
“Hazel…
Hazel?”
No answer.
Just the sea wind lifting the corner of the sheet.
A rotting smell drifted out.
Julian’s face went white.
He reached out stiffly.
Pulled back the sheet.
It was a corpse.
Pale beyond recognition.
Wearing my clothes.
A bullet hole in the chest.
His breath caught when he saw the watch on the wrist.
It was the one he’d made for me.
Custom.
The dial engraved with both our names and birthdays.
There was no doubt.
This was me.
People around him started gagging.
Someone pulled out a phone to call the police.
The guards immediately dispersed the crowd.
Paid them off.
Ordered silence.
No police.
Julian knelt there like a statue.
Staring at the body.
Taking in every inch.
“This can’t be real, Hazel.
You’re just scaring me, right?”
“Get up.
This isn’t funny.
Today’s supposed to be our wedding…”
He mumbled to himself.
Crying one moment.
Laughing the next.
Tears dripped onto the corpse.
His assistant rushed over.
Covered his nose.
“Mr. Voss, please stand up.
I need to tell you something.”
Julian had no strength to respond.
Just looked at him blankly.
“When you and Miss Bella went to prepare for the final game, you ordered fake guns and rubber bullets like last time.
But we tested the gun used in the game—it was real.
The bullet we pulled from Miss Hazel’s body was real too.”
Boom.
Julian felt his world implode.
“You’re saying… Bella deliberately swapped in a real gun?”
The assistant’s expression confirmed it.
Julian’s body radiated murderous rage.
He clutched my corpse.
Let out an agonized roar.
“Bring that bitch to me!”
Thirty minutes later, Bella was tied up and thrown into Julian’s suburban mansion.
“What are you doing?
Let me go!
I’m Julian’s woman!”
She thrashed wildly.
Then a pair of black handmade leather shoes appeared in her vision.
Julian’s godlike face was eerily calm.
But his eyes held a glint of death.
“Mr. Voss, why did you bring me here?” Bella put on a pitiful expression.
“You ran out on our wedding.
Everyone laughed at me.
And now you’re tying me up—are you trying to humiliate me again?”
Julian laughed coldly.
Picked up a knife from the table.
“Bella, from now on, I ask.
You answer.”
“First question.
Did you swap the prop gun for a real one?”
Bella’s face went rigid.
Her lips trembled.
“Mr. Voss, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
We picked the prop gun together…”
Julian’s eyes darkened.
The next second, the knife plunged into her thigh.
“AHHH!”
Bella’s scream was blood-curdling.
Her veins bulged.
Sweat poured down her face.
“I’ll ask again.
Did you or didn’t you?”
“Mr. Voss, I—AHHH!”
He twisted the blade.
Let it drill deeper into her flesh.
Inch by inch.
“I’ll talk!
I’ll talk!
It was me!
I just wanted to make the game more exciting!
I didn’t think she’d survive ninety-nine rounds, so I swapped the gun!”
Julian closed his eyes.
Ripped the knife out.
Blood sprayed.
“Second question.” His voice was even darker.
“You had a spy at the hospital.
You knew Hazel’s grandmother was having emergency surgery that day.
But you deliberately stalled.
Humiliated her.
Didn’t let her say goodbye.”
Bella’s eyes filled with terror.
Her lips wouldn’t stop shaking.
When the knife sank into her other thigh, she finally broke down sobbing.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Voss!
I just wanted to humiliate her!
I didn’t know her grandmother would actually die…”
“Third question.” Julian cut her off.
His voice cracked slightly.
“Hazel was pregnant with my child.
You overheard the doctor.
So you deliberately had her thrown into that cage.
Let the python crush her until she miscarried.
Didn’t you?”
